The next day Ann was up early. She took her beer (it was home-brewed and
not of great value) and deliberately poured it out, bottle after bottle,
into a large puddle in the front road. The men who were passing early
saw her action, and she told them that she had "turned temp'rance." She
washed the bottles, and set them upside down before the house to dry
where all the world might see them. The sign by which she had
advertised her beer and its price had been nothing but a sheet of brown
paper with letters painted in irregular brush strokes. Ann had plenty of
paper. This morning she laid a sheet upon her table, and rapidly painted
thereon with her brush such advertisements as these:


_Tea and Coffee, 3 Cents a Cup.
Ginger Bread, Baked Beans,
Lemonade.

Cooking done to order at any hour
and in any style._


By the time this placard was up, Christa had sauntered out to smell the
morning air, and she looked at it with what was for Christa quite an
exertion of surprise.

She went in to where Ann was scrubbing the tables. Christa never
scrubbed except when it was necessary from Ann's point of view that she
should, but she never interfered either. Now she only said:

"Ann!"